Fu Qingjun returned to the room, it was already past seven.
The sky was completely bright.
He rearranged his clothes, sat on a chair, counted the silver pounds he had obtained, and put them away.
"Now I'm rich, for a while, at least the basic living problems are definitely not an issue." Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, "Also, I need to supplement my nutrition."
Counting today, it has been five days since he arrived in this world, eating nothing but white rice.
The nutritional imbalance was already making him feel exhausted and weak, not to mention he still needed to practice martial arts.
"I can't go on like this, I need to improve my diet!"
Previously, he ate simply, with just white rice, because he didn't dare to go out for a meal, as the slightest mistake could get him killed, the risk was too high.
But now he's somewhat solved the body size issue, so he should be able to pull off the deception.
